As much as I'm sure everyone loves to hear about the poor, unfortunate struggles of a woman in a man's environment, I have to say that it hasn't been all that difficult adjusting. I mean, I was obviously hesitant at first applying for the position, hell the ad was practically flat out asking for only men to apply, but I knew I had what it takes. I've been in this - "business" for quite some time now. I can handle a few boys on a playing field.
My introduction to the team was less than welcoming. I suppose they're just not used to having girls around. Rightfully so. Ms Pauling gave me a quick tour and a not-so-subtle warning about a particular mercenary with a baseball bat. "Quite the ladies man" she had described.
Despite the required training, it wasn't long before I was joining BLU in the battlefield and quickly establishing myself as competent. I learnt a few tips and tricks from Medic, and he showed me a few places the previous Spy had frequented when stalking down the enemy team. I appreciated any help I could get, because as tough as I like to think I am, I was well out of my depth trying to jump into an already organised team, trying to learn all of their tactics and trying to fit in as best I could.
My first day in the field was as expected. Kill count = 2. Death count = 16. This whole re-spawn thing was going to take some getting used to. But it didn't take me long to realise that RED team already knew the old Spy's tactics and I was going to have to come up with some of my own.
My second day in the field went much better. I decided to scope out the teams defence and give this fancy sentry sapper thingy a whirl. Actually, it went surprisingly well! But I had to remember that the point of these battles is not for me to learn, but for me to support my team, and the RED Sniper was taking down my entire team. I had a rough idea of where he was camping out, I mean, any basic level merc can calculate a little bullet trajectory.
When I was confident I had found his hiding place I became instantly confused. There were no stairs, no ladder, not even an easily accessible ledge. Just a perfectly square hole right above my head that I assume was previously covered by a trap door. Similar to an attic I suppose. Quickly running out of ideas, I cloaked, and jumped. Grabbing onto the edge of the opening, I pulled myself up as quietly as I could manage.
There he was, the bastard skilfully taking out my entire team one by one. He was poised ever so carefully, leaning slightly out the open window, scoping out his next victim. But I didn't have time to watch, my cloak was about to run out, so I approached him from behind, pulled out my knife, raised my arm and – The enemy sniper quickly spun around.